–Mao Zedong, 1935 Heaven-piercing, primeval, vast Kunlun stands,Bearing all the springs of mortal lands.Three million jade dragons soar on high,Chilling all the sky to ice and sky.Summer thaws; floods o’er rivers swell,Men to fishes’ prey in depths may dwell.Who has dared judge, through ages old,Thy good and ill, thy story untold?
Time flew like an arrow, and seasons turned swiftly as a weaver’s shuttle. The unbearable heat of summer was soon replaced by the first frosts of late autumn.